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Mortal Glamour

Mortal Glamour
 
Come ye see the white wings of death
See them converging at the final breath
Snow white lambs come flocking to the door
The spectacle of death and bloodshed galore
 
Mortal glamour so resplendent you appear
While contorted faces find death so near
Adrenalin flows with the tides of pain
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
 
Snow white lambs so innocent and pure
Mouths soaked in blood their Soup Du Jour
Come off their holy seats and lose themselves
Into darkened alleys where danger dwells
Dancing with angels and demons
The dreams of the pure and white

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